rqchao/spongebob · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Sandy: What exactly are you getting at, SpongeBob?	What I am getting at, is that you... ...cloaked yourself an invisibility potion, snuck through the security perimeter...
S.W.A.T. Team Member 2: What was that? S.W.A.T. Team Member 1: Here's the secret Krabby Patty ingredient.	...then used a time-freezing device to freeze time, used a laser beam to cut open the case, stole the Krabby Patty secret ingredient, reverse engineered it, and made your own patties, so you wouldn't have to pay.
Sandy: Or, perhaps I walked into the Krusty Krab, purchased them, and received a receipt for these legally obtained patties!	283 Krabby Patties. That's right, I cooked this order. I guess this means you didn't use a laser beam, or invisibility.
Sandy: SpongeBob, next time before you run around accusing people of things, make sure your own house is in order first!	My own house, huh? Why'd you do it, Gary?!
Gary: Meow.	You've told us that story 100 times now, Gary. Unfortunately, my partner and I don't want to hear stories, we want to hear the truth! Look, we know you stole the secret ingredient and it's obvious how you did it! First, you hitched a ride on a security chopper, then jumped into the drop zone. Then, when I stopped to pull up my sock, you snuck up behind me, and did what any snail could do. You shot corrosive acid from your tear ducts, which melted the case, allowing you to steal the secret ingredient.
Gary: Meow.	Yeah, you're right, Gary, that is impossible. I never would have stopped to pull up my sock during a pickup.
Gary: Meow.	What's that, Gary?
Gary: Meow.	You did see someone leaving the Krusty Krab with a mysterious black case that night? Mr. Snail, could you please describe this... this marauder to the sketch artist?
Gary: Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Patrick: I can't believe it! It was Squidward!	Open up in there, Tentacles! We know you're in there! We just want to ask you a few... He's not cooperating.
Patrick: You know what to do. Squidward: And one, and...	Gotcha! You thought you could hide your crimes.
Patrick: But we hear-ed what you've done. Squidward: If I cared, I'd ask what this is about.	Well, I'm glad you asked, because this is about you stealing the Krabby Patty secret ingredient! And we have an eyewitness who saw you leaving the scene of the crime, with a mysterious black case.
Squidward: A case like this?	Yes! Because you can't make Krabby Patties without... tap dancing shoes?
Squidward: That's right! I was in a tap contest on the night in question. As you can see from my third place medallion.	I guess this means you didn't steal the secret ingredient.
Squidward: Get out of my house!	Mr. Krabs! I don't know how, sir, but somebody stole the Krabby Patty secret ingredient!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you were in charge of guarding that secret ingredient with your life!	I know, Mr. Krabs. It just slipped away from me somehow.
Mr. Krabs: Well, do you have any leads, or clues?	All I know is that it had to be someone who knew about the delivery, and was at the Krusty Krab during the delivery, and this person would have to know what to do with the secret ingredient when he got it.
Mr. Krabs: That would be... you, SpongeBob! You stole me secret ingredient!	Me?!
Mr. Krabs: That's right. And I know exactly how you carried out this little caper. You obviously set up a decoy to take the delivery. Then when no one was looking, you swooped in, stole the secret ingredient, and spirited it away to the Chum Bucket, where you sold it to Plankton to make a quick buck. Don't talk! You can tell it to the cops, 'cause I'm calling them right now! Policeman: No need. We heard it all from this barrel. Mr. Krabs: Then arrest this thief, Officer!	Mr. Krabs, isn't that the stolen secret ingredient?
Mr. Krabs: Uh, what are you talking about, SpongeBob? I'm not holding any secret ingredient. Policeman: Am I to understand that you stole the item in question? Mr. Krabs: Well, I wouldn't call it stealing... Policeman: And you were going to let someone else take the fall for this little caper? Mr. Krabs: I can explain! Policeman: Please do. Mr. Krabs: It's simple, $1.99 is a lot to pay for the secret ingredient every time I get a delivery, so I s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s... took it to avoid paying, you know. Policeman: I think Judge Trout will be very interested to hear this little story. Mr. Krabs: What?! What'd I do? Judge: All rise. Eugene Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Your Honor? Judge: As punishment for committing the crime of grand theft, I sentence you to give away Krabby Patties for free, all day tomorrow. Mr. Krabs: Give away me patties for free?! Oh, no! I couldn't bear the sight of that!	Step right up, and get your free Krabby Patties! Ta-daaa! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did-
Gary: Meow.	I learned a magic trick!
Gary: Meow?	Sorry, Gary, but I've been trying to learn this trick since I was a SpongeBoy. I gotta show Patrick!
Norton:	Patrick, come on, I got to show you something! Patrick? He's not home. Oh! Squidward! Squidward! Squidward, Squidward, Squidward? Squidward? Squidward, Squidward, Squidward?
Squidward: If he thinks I'm out, he'll go away.	Squidward! I'm so glad you're home. Got a magic trick to show ya!
Squidward: I hate magic.	How could anyone hate magic? It's... ...magical.
Squidward: Okay, show me the trick.	Pick a card- oh. Watch closely, Squidward. The hand is quicker than the eye.
Squidward: Can't watch. No eyes. Sorry.	I want to show my trick to somebody.
Mrs. Puff: You're the best driving student I've ever had, Rodger. Kudos.	Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff!
Mrs. Puff: Rodger, we have to move now! Punch it! I think we lost him.	Mrs. Puff, you got to see my magic trick! Pick a card, any card!
Mrs. Puff: Hold on, SpongeBob, I have a trick to show you first. Sorry, Rodger, we'll pick this up next week!	Wait, Mrs. Puff, you didn't see my trick!
Mrs. Puff: Okay, show me the trick already.	Pick a card, any card! Sandy! Sandy, I gotta show you this. Pick a card, any card! Sandy? Where's your head?
Sandy: Oh, sorry, SpongeBob, didn't mean to spook ya. My head's in another dimension, observing.	Uh-huh, okay, I'll come back later when you have a head.
Sandy: It should be back by Thursday. Friday at the latest. Mr. Krabs: Who is it?	Pick a card, any card!
Mr. Krabs: Magic, eh, boyo? Is this by any chance a trick where you produce money coins from behind people's ears? Wink wink, hmm?	No.
Mr. Krabs: Then what's the point?	Ah! ] Hi, Fred! I've got a magic trick that's going to dazzle you!
Fred: Ooh! Are you going to saw my leg in half, or make it disappear, or pull a rabbit out of it?	Uh, no, this isn't going to involve your leg.
Fred: Ooh, gotta go, SpongeBob. I'm washing my thighs tonight. My leg!	Why won't anyone watch my trick?! Hey, that gives me an idea! There. Good evening, folks, I am the Great Spongedini! Now watch closely, the hand is quicker than the eye. Pick a card. Any card.
The Great Spongedini: Huh?	Ta-da! Oh... I still wish Patrick was here to see it.
Patrick: I saw it, SpongeBob! It was astonishable!	Oh, Patrick! You showed up just in time. What was your favorite part?
Patrick: Uh... My favorite part was... uh...Ta-da!. I missed everything before that.	Oh, then you haven't seen seen anything yet!
Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Spatula down, sailor!	What's going on, Mr. Krabs?
Mr. Krabs: According to the nice man from the Labor Authority, it's time for your break, boy-o.	We get breaks?
Labor authority officer: Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Well, of course you do, boy-o. Why, if I don't give you a five-minute break once every 20 years, this lovely man could fine me big bucks.	Nice meeting you.
Mr. Krabs: And you don't want me to get fined, do you?	No! Never.
Mr. Krabs: Good! Then you just sit here and don't do or say nothing for five minutes Oh—and enjoy your break. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! What are you doing?!	Uh, I just spotted a spot.
Mr. Krabs: You can't work on your break, boy-o! Period! Remember the fines? Labor authority officer: I knew it! I've had my eye on you for years, Krabs! Oh, this violation is really gonna cost you! Hmm... Mr. Krabs: Oh, I can see we're gonna have to take drastic measures here.	Employee break room? I never knew this was here! Oh, it's beautiful! Like stepping through a portal into the magical realm beyond!
Mr. Krabs: Yeah, whatever. Five minutes!	I just hope there's enough time to enjoy everything. Ooh! Ooh. Enjoy your carousel, my little hot dog friends. Surf's up! Wipe out. I think this used to be...creamed corn!
Blobby: Sorry, bub. Ha! I was meatloaf before I expired.	Oh, Globby, you're so silly. Voilà! My break room band. Scrubby and the Cleaning Crew. Hmm... Let's see if I wired everything right. Perfect. Yeah!
Gale Rechid: Huh? Ooh, music. I didn't know the Krusty Krab had a lounge. Ooh! Sandals: Shake a leg!	Oh, come on in, everyone. Try the funk, it's fresh.
Blobby: I sure dig that! There we go, yes! Mr. Krabs: Huh? Where'd all me paying customers go? What— Ow! What the— A party?! I don't remember charging anyone for a party on me premises!	Oh, yeah!
Mr. Krabs: All right, that's it! Five minutes are up, SpongeBob! Break's over, everyone out! Everyone out! Out, out, out, out, out! Labor authority officer: You're in compliance this time, Krabs. After-break at my house!	Oh, Mr. Krabs, that was so much fun! I can't wait for my next break in 20 years!
Mr. Krabs: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, boy-o, 'cause it's time you got back to making me money.	Yes, sir, Mr. Krabs! Hmm, wonder where Squidward got to. Oh, well.
Blobby: Hey, bub, have you seen my lid anywhere? Squidward: Sorry, I'm on my break. Squidward: La da de, la da dum, la da doo. La da dee. Ah, it's a great day for the art world. Famous art critic Fredrick T. Nitpick will be critiquing my latest masterpiece. I love hearing myself talk.	Oh, hi, Squid... Whoa! I love your hat.
Squidward: Don't touch it! And it's not a hat. It's a beret.	A beret? Oh, where can I get one?
Squidward: Sorry, SpongeBob. Berets are only worn for true artists, like moi. Patrick: You're an artist? Squidward: Yes, I'm an artist! What are you two bubbleheads doing anyway?	We're making arts and crafts. I've been learning the fine art of basket weaving. I made this one using designs of me and my best friends. And I also made this cute little scallop house. And I made this wallet, and I crocheted money to go in it.
Squidward: So, you've been counterfeiting currency? And what's doorknob number two been up to? Patrick: I've been making baskets, too. Darn! This hammer is defective.	Do you want to make crafts, too?
Squidward: Crafts? This isn't summer camp. I am a true artiste. Patrick: Oh, man. I'll never make art like you and...Squidward!	Hey, don't be sad. You can be an artist, too. I'll find something that will tap into your particular artistic skill set. Now let me see. Oh, this'll be perfect! Now, start with a rock...
Patrick: Uh.	A little glue...
Patrick: Uh.	Stick on a couple of googly eyes...
Patrick: Whoa. Slow down, SpongeBob.	And presto: A rock with googly eyes!
Patrick: Whoa. I did not see that coming!	Now you try!
Patrick: I'm scared.	You can do this!
Patrick: I shall make the attempt! Privacy, please?	Oh, sorry.
Patrick: I've done it!	Yeah, let's take a look!
Patrick: Behold!	Oh! Oh! Oh, it's beautiful!
Patrick: I'm an artist! SpongeBob and Patrick: Hooray! Squidward: Hate. Frederick Nitpick: Why, hello, Mr. Tentacles! I'm Frederick T. Nitpick, world famous art critic! This is your artwork, I presume? Squidward: Oh, it certainly is! This piece represents my struggle to reveal my genius to a moronic world. Witness La Visti Squidward! Stunning, isn't it? Frederick Nitpick: My considered opinion is Eww! I'll have to confiscate your artist beret. Squidward: What? No! No, you can't do that! Frederick Nitpick: Sorry, but I'm looking for a real artist! Patrick: I'm an artist! Hooray! Frederick Nitpick: An artist, eh? Squidward: No, wait, come back! Frederick Nitpick: Now, which one of you two is the artiste?	We both are. It's lots of fun! Would you like to make something, too?
Frederick Nitpick: I'm a critic. I don't make things. I judge things. I’m a judger. For instance, I judge your work. Lame. Patrick: Don't judge me! Frederick Nitpick: Holy guacamole frijoles! It's so, so, primitive and naïve! You're a genius! Patrick: Is that good? Frederick Nitpick: I'll give you 500 bucks for it! And this hat! Squidward: Hey! Frederick Nitpick: You are a master artist, my friend Squidward: You can't give that dunderhead the artist hat! Frederick Nitpick: Who's the critic here?	Wow! Did you hear that, Squidward? Patrick is an artist!
Squidward: Oh, , selling one lousy piece doesn't make you an artist!	How many lousy pieces have you sold, Squidward?
Squidward: Well, about...Um, um, well, I'll bet he never sells another one of those ridiculous trinkets! Ted: : Hey there, I noticed your hat. Are you an artist? Patrick: Yeah! Ted: Do you have any art? I have a real craving for creativity! Patrick: Um...okay! Art! Ted: Thanks, man! Here's fifty bucks! Squidward: I'll bet he never sells another! Sally: Hey, Ted! Where'd you get that art? Ted: From that pink genius over there! Sally: I want to buy one! Nat: Me too! Man: I also! Squidward: I'll bet	Squidward, I think we should have a little talk about your gambling problem.
Squidward: I actually want to go to work today!	Oh! I'm almost late to be early for work! See ya later, Patrick!
Patrick: So long my dear, earnest, yet untalented friend! One for you! And one for you! And one for... I've run out of rocks to put googly eyes on! I've run out of rocks! Harold: Got anything else? Patrick: Um, the artist needs alone time! Harold: He's so eccentric! Patrick: I'm all out of rocks! What am I going to do now? That was my thing! Oh! Tartar sauce! That stinks, too! The artist needs a lunch break! Squidward: Oh, not you again! May I take your order? Patrick: Um! Uh! I'm thinking about having a Krabby Patty. Squidward: One Krabby Patty Patrick: But I'm wondering if that might be too predictable! Squidward: Then, what do you want? Patrick: I don't know! I'm not feeling very inspired at the moment!	Hiya, Patrick! Ordering up a delicious Krabby Patty?
Patrick: Maybe, I don't know! I'm in a creative slump!	Oh, Patrick, that's terrible..
Squidward: Just order already! Patrick: Okay, I want new ideas to satisfy a public hunger for my goodly goods! Squidward: Off the menu! Choose something off the menu! We don't serve artistic advice here! Patrick: Well, then, why is it on the menu? Squidward: Huh? What? Mr. Krabs: Get back to work, Squidward! Squidward: In case you haven't noticed, this is not an artist hat! Patrick: Oh, you can borrow mine! Squidward: Beautiful.	Make yourself comfortable, Mister Patrick! Our artistic consultant will be right with you! This is Mr. Tentacles. He'll be handling all your artistic advice needs!
Squidward: Mm-hmm! Patrick: Mm-hmm. Pleasure!	Here's your Krabby Patty! Shall I put it on your tab?
Patrick: Oh, yeah. Keep it open. We might be here all night! Let me just say up front, I'm a fan! I'm excited to learn from a master. My career in self-worth are in your hands! Let us writing on this. Okay... advise! Squidward: Why don't you just concentrate on your patty? Patrick: Of course, it's so obvious now! How did I not see it earlier? Squidward's a genius! I know now what I must do! Frederick Nitpick: Brilliant! I've never seen such an example of raw creativity! This will turn the art world on its head! I hereby declare this the next big thing!	You did it, Patrick! You found your inspiration!
Patrick: And I'm going to need some more of those patty thingies!	You got it, buddy!
Mr. Krabs: Huh? Ooh, money! Money, money, money, money, money, money, money! What the? SpongeBob! Patrick! What's the meaning of this? Patrick: It's my art. Uh, I buy Krabby Patties for $3 and I..I sell them for $50. Squidward: Ha and ha! Patrick: Why is he so mad, Squidward? I was just following your advice! Mr. Krabs: What?! It was your idea, huh?	Here's a whole new batch of Krabby Patty canvases.
Mr. Krabs: Great, SpongeBob! That'll be fifty bucks! Nat: It's so inexpensive! Mr. Krabs: And here's your patty! One more art patty, Mr. Star! Nat: It's such an honor to meet you! Patrick: I can only imagine! Apprentice! Make another of my masterpieces, good man. Patrick: If you work real hard, you may be an artist too someday! Patrick: Mm, probably not. Needs more glitter. Narrator: Ahh, the Krusty Krab. Through these doors pass all the many kinds of undersea life. Mermaid Man: Through the double doors! Away! Narrator: And also these guys. Barnacle Boy: I told you I'm not hungry, Mermaid Man! Mermaid Man: N-nonsense, Barnacle Boy, we've got to keep up our strength for the fight against evil! Barnacle Boy: What a dive. Mermaid Man: To the register! Away! Squidward: Can I help you? Mermaid Man: A double Krabby Patty and Coral Bits for me, and a silly meal for the lad. Barnacle Boy: It's not for the toy, I just... I've gotta fit in the tights, y'know? Squidward: Whatever. Five dollars, please. Mermaid Man: You got it, bucky. Will this cover it? Squidward: ...No. Barnacle Boy: Listen, big nose, that guy has been saving your butt since before you were born. Don't you got a living legend discount or something? Squidward: This is a restaurant, not a lending library. And who are you calling big nose, big nose? Barnacle Boy: Well, next time danger threatens, don't expect any help from us. Squidward: I'm shakin'. Heh. Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.	MERMAID MAN AND BARNACLE BOY!? MUST. GET. AUTOGRAPH.
Mermaid Man: If you wanna grow up strong like me,... you gotta leave room for seconds. Here comes our waiter.	AUUUUUTOOOOOGRAAAAAPH!
Barnacle Boy: Holy sea cow, it's that Sponge-kid! Mermaid Man: Quick, lad! To the invisible boatmobile! Awaaaaay! Barnacle Boy: ...Where'd we park it?!?! Mermaid Man: Uhh...	Can I have your autograph, can I have your autograph, can I... they're gone. Mermaid Man's belt!
Mermaid Man: Wait! We'll find it with the invisible boat alarm! There she is! Barnacle Boy: Owwww! ...I told you we should have got the automatic.	HEY, GUYS. WAIT UP. I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOOOOOU...
Barnacle Boy: Floor it!	You forgot your belt! You forgot— Mermaid Man's secret utility belt. The emblem of submersible justice! For 65 years, this belt has helped prevent the fall of nations!... and pants. I can't believe I'm actually holding it in my hands. Well, I guess I should return it. Or not. I could just hang onto it till after work... all alone with Mermaid Man's belt. I wonder what this button does. Whooooa. The small ray! Eeeee!!!
Squidward: Here's your shake, sir. Grr.	There you go. Come again, sir.
Squidward: SpongeBob. What's going on in here? Huh? Why's everything all tiny?	I don't know.
Squidward: What do you got there?	Nothing.
Squidward: No, really?	Nothing.
Squidward: You've got something, alright. Let's see it.	No, no!
Squidward: Is that Mermaid Man's belt?	Yes.
Squidward: Wow. I can't believe he'd lend it to you.	Me, uh... either.
Squidward: He didn't lend it to you, did he?	Please don't tell!
Squidward: You stole it!	Please don't tell!
Squidward: Oh, I'm telling.	Squidward, if Mermaid Man finds out, he'll kick me out of his fan club for sure! Please don't tell!
Squidward: Uh-oh! There's the phone.	Don't!
Squidward: I'm walking towards the phone!	No!
Squidward: I'm getting closer to the phone.	Do-o-o-n't!
Squidward: And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for.	I'm begging you!!
Squidward: Hello. I'd like to speak to Mermaid... What the? What? Ow! Mermaid Man: Hello? Hello? Squidward: What did you do to me?!	I'm sorry, Squidward, but you made me do it!
Squidward: SpongeBob, if you don't return me to normal size RIGHT NOW, you are gonna be in really big trouble!	Uh... uh, okay, uh...
Squidward: I said now!	Uh... Uh...
Squidward: Do you hear me?! HOLY FISH PASTE! Get it off me! Get it off me! Don't you know how to work that thing?!	Uhh, I can do it!
Squidward: Ahh! AHH!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! Stop! I've got an idea. Let's call Mermaid Man and--	No! I can't let you do that! But there must be someone else who can help! Someone smart and wise, with years of life experience. Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!

Sandy: What exactly are you getting at, SpongeBob?

What I am getting at, is that you... ...cloaked yourself an invisibility potion, snuck through the security perimeter...

S.W.A.T. Team Member 2: What was that? S.W.A.T. Team Member 1: Here's the secret Krabby Patty ingredient.

...then used a time-freezing device to freeze time, used a laser beam to cut open the case, stole the Krabby Patty secret ingredient, reverse engineered it, and made your own patties, so you wouldn't have to pay.

Sandy: Or, perhaps I walked into the Krusty Krab, purchased them, and received a receipt for these legally obtained patties!

283 Krabby Patties. That's right, I cooked this order. I guess this means you didn't use a laser beam, or invisibility.

Sandy: SpongeBob, next time before you run around accusing people of things, make sure your own house is in order first!

My own house, huh? Why'd you do it, Gary?!

Gary: Meow.

You've told us that story 100 times now, Gary. Unfortunately, my partner and I don't want to hear stories, we want to hear the truth! Look, we know you stole the secret ingredient and it's obvious how you did it! First, you hitched a ride on a security chopper, then jumped into the drop zone. Then, when I stopped to pull up my sock, you snuck up behind me, and did what any snail could do. You shot corrosive acid from your tear ducts, which melted the case, allowing you to steal the secret ingredient.

Gary: Meow.

Yeah, you're right, Gary, that is impossible. I never would have stopped to pull up my sock during a pickup.

Gary: Meow.

What's that, Gary?

Gary: Meow.

You did see someone leaving the Krusty Krab with a mysterious black case that night? Mr. Snail, could you please describe this... this marauder to the sketch artist?

Gary: Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Patrick: I can't believe it! It was Squidward!

Open up in there, Tentacles! We know you're in there! We just want to ask you a few... He's not cooperating.

Patrick: You know what to do. Squidward: And one, and...

Gotcha! You thought you could hide your crimes.

Patrick: But we hear-ed what you've done. Squidward: If I cared, I'd ask what this is about.

Well, I'm glad you asked, because this is about you stealing the Krabby Patty secret ingredient! And we have an eyewitness who saw you leaving the scene of the crime, with a mysterious black case.

Squidward: A case like this?

Yes! Because you can't make Krabby Patties without... tap dancing shoes?

Squidward: That's right! I was in a tap contest on the night in question. As you can see from my third place medallion.

I guess this means you didn't steal the secret ingredient.

Squidward: Get out of my house!

Mr. Krabs! I don't know how, sir, but somebody stole the Krabby Patty secret ingredient!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you were in charge of guarding that secret ingredient with your life!

I know, Mr. Krabs. It just slipped away from me somehow.

Mr. Krabs: Well, do you have any leads, or clues?

All I know is that it had to be someone who knew about the delivery, and was at the Krusty Krab during the delivery, and this person would have to know what to do with the secret ingredient when he got it.

Mr. Krabs: That would be... you, SpongeBob! You stole me secret ingredient!

Me?!

Mr. Krabs: That's right. And I know exactly how you carried out this little caper. You obviously set up a decoy to take the delivery. Then when no one was looking, you swooped in, stole the secret ingredient, and spirited it away to the Chum Bucket, where you sold it to Plankton to make a quick buck. Don't talk! You can tell it to the cops, 'cause I'm calling them right now! Policeman: No need. We heard it all from this barrel. Mr. Krabs: Then arrest this thief, Officer!

Mr. Krabs, isn't that the stolen secret ingredient?

Mr. Krabs: Uh, what are you talking about, SpongeBob? I'm not holding any secret ingredient. Policeman: Am I to understand that you stole the item in question? Mr. Krabs: Well, I wouldn't call it stealing... Policeman: And you were going to let someone else take the fall for this little caper? Mr. Krabs: I can explain! Policeman: Please do. Mr. Krabs: It's simple, $1.99 is a lot to pay for the secret ingredient every time I get a delivery, so I s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s... took it to avoid paying, you know. Policeman: I think Judge Trout will be very interested to hear this little story. Mr. Krabs: What?! What'd I do? Judge: All rise. Eugene Krabs. Mr. Krabs: Your Honor? Judge: As punishment for committing the crime of grand theft, I sentence you to give away Krabby Patties for free, all day tomorrow. Mr. Krabs: Give away me patties for free?! Oh, no! I couldn't bear the sight of that!

Step right up, and get your free Krabby Patties! Ta-daaa! I did it! I did it! I did it! I did-

Gary: Meow.

I learned a magic trick!

Gary: Meow?

Sorry, Gary, but I've been trying to learn this trick since I was a SpongeBoy. I gotta show Patrick!

Norton:

Patrick, come on, I got to show you something! Patrick? He's not home. Oh! Squidward! Squidward! Squidward, Squidward, Squidward? Squidward? Squidward, Squidward, Squidward?

Squidward: If he thinks I'm out, he'll go away.

Squidward! I'm so glad you're home. Got a magic trick to show ya!

Squidward: I hate magic.

How could anyone hate magic? It's... ...magical.

Squidward: Okay, show me the trick.

Pick a card- oh. Watch closely, Squidward. The hand is quicker than the eye.

Squidward: Can't watch. No eyes. Sorry.

I want to show my trick to somebody.

Mrs. Puff: You're the best driving student I've ever had, Rodger. Kudos.

Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff! Mrs. Puff!

Mrs. Puff: Rodger, we have to move now! Punch it! I think we lost him.

Mrs. Puff, you got to see my magic trick! Pick a card, any card!

Mrs. Puff: Hold on, SpongeBob, I have a trick to show you first. Sorry, Rodger, we'll pick this up next week!

Wait, Mrs. Puff, you didn't see my trick!

Mrs. Puff: Okay, show me the trick already.

Pick a card, any card! Sandy! Sandy, I gotta show you this. Pick a card, any card! Sandy? Where's your head?

Sandy: Oh, sorry, SpongeBob, didn't mean to spook ya. My head's in another dimension, observing.

Uh-huh, okay, I'll come back later when you have a head.

Sandy: It should be back by Thursday. Friday at the latest. Mr. Krabs: Who is it?

Pick a card, any card!

Mr. Krabs: Magic, eh, boyo? Is this by any chance a trick where you produce money coins from behind people's ears? Wink wink, hmm?

No.

Mr. Krabs: Then what's the point?

Ah! ] Hi, Fred! I've got a magic trick that's going to dazzle you!

Fred: Ooh! Are you going to saw my leg in half, or make it disappear, or pull a rabbit out of it?

Uh, no, this isn't going to involve your leg.

Fred: Ooh, gotta go, SpongeBob. I'm washing my thighs tonight. My leg!

Why won't anyone watch my trick?! Hey, that gives me an idea! There. Good evening, folks, I am the Great Spongedini! Now watch closely, the hand is quicker than the eye. Pick a card. Any card.

The Great Spongedini: Huh?

Ta-da! Oh... I still wish Patrick was here to see it.

Patrick: I saw it, SpongeBob! It was astonishable!

Oh, Patrick! You showed up just in time. What was your favorite part?

Patrick: Uh... My favorite part was... uh...Ta-da!. I missed everything before that.

Oh, then you haven't seen seen anything yet!

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Spatula down, sailor!

What's going on, Mr. Krabs?

Mr. Krabs: According to the nice man from the Labor Authority, it's time for your break, boy-o.

We get breaks?

Labor authority officer: Krabs! Mr. Krabs: Well, of course you do, boy-o. Why, if I don't give you a five-minute break once every 20 years, this lovely man could fine me big bucks.

Nice meeting you.

Mr. Krabs: And you don't want me to get fined, do you?

No! Never.

Mr. Krabs: Good! Then you just sit here and don't do or say nothing for five minutes Oh—and enjoy your break. Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! What are you doing?!

Uh, I just spotted a spot.

Mr. Krabs: You can't work on your break, boy-o! Period! Remember the fines? Labor authority officer: I knew it! I've had my eye on you for years, Krabs! Oh, this violation is really gonna cost you! Hmm... Mr. Krabs: Oh, I can see we're gonna have to take drastic measures here.

Employee break room? I never knew this was here! Oh, it's beautiful! Like stepping through a portal into the magical realm beyond!

Mr. Krabs: Yeah, whatever. Five minutes!

I just hope there's enough time to enjoy everything. Ooh! Ooh. Enjoy your carousel, my little hot dog friends. Surf's up! Wipe out. I think this used to be...creamed corn!

Blobby: Sorry, bub. Ha! I was meatloaf before I expired.

Oh, Globby, you're so silly. Voilà! My break room band. Scrubby and the Cleaning Crew. Hmm... Let's see if I wired everything right. Perfect. Yeah!

Gale Rechid: Huh? Ooh, music. I didn't know the Krusty Krab had a lounge. Ooh! Sandals: Shake a leg!

Oh, come on in, everyone. Try the funk, it's fresh.

Blobby: I sure dig that! There we go, yes! Mr. Krabs: Huh? Where'd all me paying customers go? What— Ow! What the— A party?! I don't remember charging anyone for a party on me premises!

Oh, yeah!

Mr. Krabs: All right, that's it! Five minutes are up, SpongeBob! Break's over, everyone out! Everyone out! Out, out, out, out, out! Labor authority officer: You're in compliance this time, Krabs. After-break at my house!

Oh, Mr. Krabs, that was so much fun! I can't wait for my next break in 20 years!

Mr. Krabs: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, boy-o, 'cause it's time you got back to making me money.

Yes, sir, Mr. Krabs! Hmm, wonder where Squidward got to. Oh, well.

Blobby: Hey, bub, have you seen my lid anywhere? Squidward: Sorry, I'm on my break. Squidward: La da de, la da dum, la da doo. La da dee. Ah, it's a great day for the art world. Famous art critic Fredrick T. Nitpick will be critiquing my latest masterpiece. I love hearing myself talk.

Oh, hi, Squid... Whoa! I love your hat.

Squidward: Don't touch it! And it's not a hat. It's a beret.

A beret? Oh, where can I get one?

Squidward: Sorry, SpongeBob. Berets are only worn for true artists, like moi. Patrick: You're an artist? Squidward: Yes, I'm an artist! What are you two bubbleheads doing anyway?

We're making arts and crafts. I've been learning the fine art of basket weaving. I made this one using designs of me and my best friends. And I also made this cute little scallop house. And I made this wallet, and I crocheted money to go in it.

Squidward: So, you've been counterfeiting currency? And what's doorknob number two been up to? Patrick: I've been making baskets, too. Darn! This hammer is defective.

Do you want to make crafts, too?

Squidward: Crafts? This isn't summer camp. I am a true artiste. Patrick: Oh, man. I'll never make art like you and...Squidward!

Hey, don't be sad. You can be an artist, too. I'll find something that will tap into your particular artistic skill set. Now let me see. Oh, this'll be perfect! Now, start with a rock...

Patrick: Uh.

A little glue...

Patrick: Uh.

Stick on a couple of googly eyes...

Patrick: Whoa. Slow down, SpongeBob.

And presto: A rock with googly eyes!

Patrick: Whoa. I did not see that coming!

Now you try!

Patrick: I'm scared.

You can do this!

Patrick: I shall make the attempt! Privacy, please?

Oh, sorry.

Patrick: I've done it!

Yeah, let's take a look!

Patrick: Behold!

Oh! Oh! Oh, it's beautiful!

Patrick: I'm an artist! SpongeBob and Patrick: Hooray! Squidward: Hate. Frederick Nitpick: Why, hello, Mr. Tentacles! I'm Frederick T. Nitpick, world famous art critic! This is your artwork, I presume? Squidward: Oh, it certainly is! This piece represents my struggle to reveal my genius to a moronic world. Witness La Visti Squidward! Stunning, isn't it? Frederick Nitpick: My considered opinion is Eww! I'll have to confiscate your artist beret. Squidward: What? No! No, you can't do that! Frederick Nitpick: Sorry, but I'm looking for a real artist! Patrick: I'm an artist! Hooray! Frederick Nitpick: An artist, eh? Squidward: No, wait, come back! Frederick Nitpick: Now, which one of you two is the artiste?

We both are. It's lots of fun! Would you like to make something, too?

Frederick Nitpick: I'm a critic. I don't make things. I judge things. I’m a judger. For instance, I judge your work. Lame. Patrick: Don't judge me! Frederick Nitpick: Holy guacamole frijoles! It's so, so, primitive and naïve! You're a genius! Patrick: Is that good? Frederick Nitpick: I'll give you 500 bucks for it! And this hat! Squidward: Hey! Frederick Nitpick: You are a master artist, my friend Squidward: You can't give that dunderhead the artist hat! Frederick Nitpick: Who's the critic here?

Wow! Did you hear that, Squidward? Patrick is an artist!

Squidward: Oh, , selling one lousy piece doesn't make you an artist!

How many lousy pieces have you sold, Squidward?

Squidward: Well, about...Um, um, well, I'll bet he never sells another one of those ridiculous trinkets! Ted: : Hey there, I noticed your hat. Are you an artist? Patrick: Yeah! Ted: Do you have any art? I have a real craving for creativity! Patrick: Um...okay! Art! Ted: Thanks, man! Here's fifty bucks! Squidward: I'll bet he never sells another! Sally: Hey, Ted! Where'd you get that art? Ted: From that pink genius over there! Sally: I want to buy one! Nat: Me too! Man: I also! Squidward: I'll bet

Squidward, I think we should have a little talk about your gambling problem.

Squidward: I actually want to go to work today!

Oh! I'm almost late to be early for work! See ya later, Patrick!

Patrick: So long my dear, earnest, yet untalented friend! One for you! And one for you! And one for... I've run out of rocks to put googly eyes on! I've run out of rocks! Harold: Got anything else? Patrick: Um, the artist needs alone time! Harold: He's so eccentric! Patrick: I'm all out of rocks! What am I going to do now? That was my thing! Oh! Tartar sauce! That stinks, too! The artist needs a lunch break! Squidward: Oh, not you again! May I take your order? Patrick: Um! Uh! I'm thinking about having a Krabby Patty. Squidward: One Krabby Patty Patrick: But I'm wondering if that might be too predictable! Squidward: Then, what do you want? Patrick: I don't know! I'm not feeling very inspired at the moment!

Hiya, Patrick! Ordering up a delicious Krabby Patty?

Patrick: Maybe, I don't know! I'm in a creative slump!

Oh, Patrick, that's terrible..

Squidward: Just order already! Patrick: Okay, I want new ideas to satisfy a public hunger for my goodly goods! Squidward: Off the menu! Choose something off the menu! We don't serve artistic advice here! Patrick: Well, then, why is it on the menu? Squidward: Huh? What? Mr. Krabs: Get back to work, Squidward! Squidward: In case you haven't noticed, this is not an artist hat! Patrick: Oh, you can borrow mine! Squidward: Beautiful.

Make yourself comfortable, Mister Patrick! Our artistic consultant will be right with you! This is Mr. Tentacles. He'll be handling all your artistic advice needs!

Squidward: Mm-hmm! Patrick: Mm-hmm. Pleasure!

Here's your Krabby Patty! Shall I put it on your tab?

Patrick: Oh, yeah. Keep it open. We might be here all night! Let me just say up front, I'm a fan! I'm excited to learn from a master. My career in self-worth are in your hands! Let us writing on this. Okay... advise! Squidward: Why don't you just concentrate on your patty? Patrick: Of course, it's so obvious now! How did I not see it earlier? Squidward's a genius! I know now what I must do! Frederick Nitpick: Brilliant! I've never seen such an example of raw creativity! This will turn the art world on its head! I hereby declare this the next big thing!

You did it, Patrick! You found your inspiration!

Patrick: And I'm going to need some more of those patty thingies!

You got it, buddy!

Mr. Krabs: Huh? Ooh, money! Money, money, money, money, money, money, money! What the? SpongeBob! Patrick! What's the meaning of this? Patrick: It's my art. Uh, I buy Krabby Patties for $3 and I..I sell them for $50. Squidward: Ha and ha! Patrick: Why is he so mad, Squidward? I was just following your advice! Mr. Krabs: What?! It was your idea, huh?

Here's a whole new batch of Krabby Patty canvases.

Mr. Krabs: Great, SpongeBob! That'll be fifty bucks! Nat: It's so inexpensive! Mr. Krabs: And here's your patty! One more art patty, Mr. Star! Nat: It's such an honor to meet you! Patrick: I can only imagine! Apprentice! Make another of my masterpieces, good man. Patrick: If you work real hard, you may be an artist too someday! Patrick: Mm, probably not. Needs more glitter. Narrator: Ahh, the Krusty Krab. Through these doors pass all the many kinds of undersea life. Mermaid Man: Through the double doors! Away! Narrator: And also these guys. Barnacle Boy: I told you I'm not hungry, Mermaid Man! Mermaid Man: N-nonsense, Barnacle Boy, we've got to keep up our strength for the fight against evil! Barnacle Boy: What a dive. Mermaid Man: To the register! Away! Squidward: Can I help you? Mermaid Man: A double Krabby Patty and Coral Bits for me, and a silly meal for the lad. Barnacle Boy: It's not for the toy, I just... I've gotta fit in the tights, y'know? Squidward: Whatever. Five dollars, please. Mermaid Man: You got it, bucky. Will this cover it? Squidward: ...No. Barnacle Boy: Listen, big nose, that guy has been saving your butt since before you were born. Don't you got a living legend discount or something? Squidward: This is a restaurant, not a lending library. And who are you calling big nose, big nose? Barnacle Boy: Well, next time danger threatens, don't expect any help from us. Squidward: I'm shakin'. Heh. Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.

MERMAID MAN AND BARNACLE BOY!? MUST. GET. AUTOGRAPH.

Mermaid Man: If you wanna grow up strong like me,... you gotta leave room for seconds. Here comes our waiter.

AUUUUUTOOOOOGRAAAAAPH!

Barnacle Boy: Holy sea cow, it's that Sponge-kid! Mermaid Man: Quick, lad! To the invisible boatmobile! Awaaaaay! Barnacle Boy: ...Where'd we park it?!?! Mermaid Man: Uhh...

Can I have your autograph, can I have your autograph, can I... they're gone. Mermaid Man's belt!

Mermaid Man: Wait! We'll find it with the invisible boat alarm! There she is! Barnacle Boy: Owwww! ...I told you we should have got the automatic.

HEY, GUYS. WAIT UP. I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOOOOOU...

Barnacle Boy: Floor it!

You forgot your belt! You forgot— Mermaid Man's secret utility belt. The emblem of submersible justice! For 65 years, this belt has helped prevent the fall of nations!... and pants. I can't believe I'm actually holding it in my hands. Well, I guess I should return it. Or not. I could just hang onto it till after work... all alone with Mermaid Man's belt. I wonder what this button does. Whooooa. The small ray! Eeeee!!!

Squidward: Here's your shake, sir. Grr.

There you go. Come again, sir.

Squidward: SpongeBob. What's going on in here? Huh? Why's everything all tiny?

I don't know.

Squidward: What do you got there?

Nothing.

Squidward: No, really?

Nothing.

Squidward: You've got something, alright. Let's see it.

No, no!

Squidward: Is that Mermaid Man's belt?

Yes.

Squidward: Wow. I can't believe he'd lend it to you.

Me, uh... either.

Squidward: He didn't lend it to you, did he?

Please don't tell!

Squidward: You stole it!

Please don't tell!

Squidward: Oh, I'm telling.

Squidward, if Mermaid Man finds out, he'll kick me out of his fan club for sure! Please don't tell!

Squidward: Uh-oh! There's the phone.

Don't!

Squidward: I'm walking towards the phone!

No!

Squidward: I'm getting closer to the phone.

Do-o-o-n't!

Squidward: And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for.

I'm begging you!!

Squidward: Hello. I'd like to speak to Mermaid... What the? What? Ow! Mermaid Man: Hello? Hello? Squidward: What did you do to me?!

I'm sorry, Squidward, but you made me do it!

Squidward: SpongeBob, if you don't return me to normal size RIGHT NOW, you are gonna be in really big trouble!

Uh... uh, okay, uh...

Squidward: I said now!

Uh... Uh...

Squidward: Do you hear me?! HOLY FISH PASTE! Get it off me! Get it off me! Don't you know how to work that thing?!

Uhh, I can do it!

Squidward: Ahh! AHH!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! Stop! I've got an idea. Let's call Mermaid Man and--

No! I can't let you do that! But there must be someone else who can help! Someone smart and wise, with years of life experience. Patrick! Patrick! Patrick! Patrick!